Liam seized Zac’s shoulders and spun him round, pressing him face-first against the slick tiles. “Here will do nicely. Don’t move.”
As ever, the playful command lit Zac on fire. He braced himself on the tiles and widened his stance. “Whatever you want.”
Liam grabbed Zac’s hair and yanked his head to one side. “I want to kiss you. Is that okay?”
It was more than okay. Zac leaned into Liam’s kiss and lost himself in the gentle sweep of his tongue until Zac’s legs shook and he had to pull back for air. Damn. He’d thought he’d remembered what kissing Liam was like, but the wobble in his legs was new. Holy shit.
Liam grinned and released Zac’s hair, then stepped back. “I’m gonna grab some rubbers.”
Zac nodded, mourning the loss of Liam’s solid presence behind him, but Liam was there again in a flash. He nudged Zac’s legs still further apart and slid his hand between them, grazing his fingertips over where Zac wanted him most.
“Want me to rim you? Or shall we get straight to it?”
The temptation of having Liam’s tongue dancing inside him was overwhelming, but the no-contest rule won out. “Fuck me. Please, just fuck me.”
Liam kissed Zac’s shoulder, biting down as he fiddled around, then his fingers returned, slick and wet, and pressed inside Zac, probing and stretching. His touch was gentle, sweet and searching, and so fucking good that Zac banged his head against the tiles and cried out.
“Easy.” Liam rubbed a soothing circle into the base of Zac’s spine. “Breathe deep, I’m gonna fuck you now.”
He withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock, sliding in slowly until his toned stomach touched Zac’s spine. The hot spray continued to batter them, filling Zac’s lungs with steam, but he felt none of it, felt nothing at all, except the addictive sting of Liam’s cock filling him to the brim. God, he’d missed this.
Liam wrapped his arms around Zac’s chest and bit his earlobe. “Okay?”
In answer, Zac pushed his hips back, chasing the burn. “Fuck me.”
“Oh, I’m gonna.” Liam braced one hand on the wall and withdrew, easing his cock out of Zac with a sweet slide that belied the heat between them. Zac steeled himself for him slamming back in, but it never came. Instead, Liam pushed inside him again as slowly as he’d pulled out, and Zac wobbled, his legs betraying the coil of fire in his belly.
Liam steadied him, but not for long. He squeezed Zac’s hip, then preceded to fuck him at a pace that could’ve felt almost leisurely were it not for the electric jolts each gentle push and slide sent through Zac. He’d stripped his clothes craving a good, hard fuck, the kind of fuck he dreamed of when his memories of Liam weren’t enough, but this? There was nothing like it. There couldn’t be.
His fingers scrabbling for purchase on the wall, Zac cried out, and Liam’s body pressed tighter against his own with every thrust until they were melded together, fused by sweat, skin, and bone, despite the steaming water cascading over them.
And it seemed Liam felt the same. He came without warning, slamming his fist into the wall, and groaning low and long. His cock swelled inside Zac, and the warmth pulsing where they were joined tipped Zac over the edge.
“Fuck!” Zac lost his precarious control of his legs and stumbled sideways.
Liam caught him. “Easy. I got you.”
“I got you.” Zac liked the sound of that, and he liked the steadying cage of Liam’s arms even more. He fell back into Liam’s chest and stretched, searching for Liam’s lips, his scruffy jawline, and strong neck, clinging to Liam like he was the only thing tying him down to this strange new world.
Liam broke the spell, pulling back with a soft smile. “I’ve got a pretty massive boiler, but we should probably get out in case we need a hose down later.”
“Hose down?” Zac giggled, slightly loopy, high without the nagging guilt of having loaded junk into his veins. “How dirty are we going to get?”
“I reckon not knowing is part of the fun. Come on, let’s get you dry.”
Liam shut the shower off and reached for the towels stacked neatly on a nearby shelf. He wrapped one around Zac’s neck and playfully rubbed it over his hair, a joke that turned into a full rubdown.
“My turn.” Zac took the towel and scrubbed it down Liam’s body, taking his time over the areas that entranced him most until Liam put an end to his game.
“Dude, I’m dry. Let’s go. I’m fucking starving.”
Zac was still pretty stuffed from the super-sized sandwiches, but he let Liam drag him, still naked, downstairs all the same, and then he watched, fascinated as ever, as Liam threw ingredients in a pan and turned them into something a galaxy away from a packet of instant noodles. Zac inhaled every bite, despite the sandwiches, and when he was done, sat back on the kitchen stool at the breakfast bar and rubbed his distended stomach. “You’re going to make me chubby.”
“Don’t think there’s much chance of that. Wouldn’t mind putting some colour in your cheeks, though.”
“Colour?”
Liam touched Zac’s cheek, tracing under his eye with the pad of his thumb. “You look like you haven’t seen the sun in years.”
